I had my first class today. The class itself was pretty good, but I’m already feeling overwhelmed by the homework and it’s not that much. I’m already dreading when I’ve got a 100-ton pile on my back. My next class starts in three hours and I’m already tired.
So my wish for this Wednesday is simply that the workload doesn’t drive me insane. I know I’m probably freaking out over nothing, but all the tales of exhausted college students don’t really help. Someone told me it’s because they procrastinate a lot and thus, have to finish their work all at once, but surely, not every student ready to collapse at any moment is lazy, right. Right?
Yep. I’m pretty sure this will be me before the semester’s up.
First, he finds it necessary for me to get my hair done and have a new outfit to go on a trip. Now, he thinks I can’t tell time.
When does the babying end?!
We’re leaving at about 4 AM. I’m purposefully staying up because I want to sleep in the car. It’s a seven to eight hour drive. I don’t have enough tunes to keep me occupied. Right now, it’s a few minutes to 1:00.
My grandfather wakes up, walks past my room and sees me on my computer. This exchange happens:
“[Kaye], I don’t know if you know it or not, but we’re leaving early.”
“Alright. Don’t be complaining now.”
Yeah, like I’m too dumb to realize I’m going to be tired. That’s the point! If I were going to complain, I’d go to bed! I’m not a five-year-old who doesn’t know the different between 1:00 and 4:00.
Then again, I probably shouldn’t be taking anything too seriously from someone buys a six-pack hours before a long trip.